Travellin' Strawberries Spikk A Bitte Little
The day when I was born My father said: Hei du! It was a Monday morn On the sofa in the stu He took me in my ør Said: I know akkurat What the boy shall gjør The little kamerat Cause he shall Spikk a bitte little little litt Spikk a bitte little little litt Spikk a bitte little little litt Just bit by bit - litt after litt Cause he can Spikk a bitte little little litt Spikk a bitte little little litt Spikk a bitte little little litt Just bit by bit Outside my barndomshjem You notice all the fjølen And everyone of them Was spikka te of sjølen Yes - when I was a little A bitte little en My father spækk a fiddle Best among all men Cause he could Spikk a bitte little little litt Spikk a bitte little little litt Spikk a bitte little little litt Just bit by bit - litt after litt Cause he can Spikk a bitte little little litt Spikk a bitte little little litt Spikk a bitte little little litt Just bit by bit And out there in the kjøkken My mother skar some bread A humble bread was lykken And this is what she said: My son you must låv me Not to end up in a grillbar in the middle Of nowhere cooking pomfritter Cause best of all to be It is to be a spikker It is to Spikk a bitte little little litt Spikk a bitte little little litt Spikk a bitte little little litt Just bit by bit - litt after litt Cause he can Spikk a bitte little little litt Spikk a bitte little little litt Spikk a bitte little little litt Just bit by bit
